It all hit Santana at once, and yet now wasn't the time for talk. Brittany stood in front of her, waiting, in nothing but her underwear and, Santana finally noticed, the heels that she told Brittany to keep on the first time they were together. Santana smiled softly at the thought.
Santana removed her shirt, giving Brittany a glimpse of her as she noticed Brittany swallow hard at the sight. Santana sat in the chair in the corner of the room and reached down to remove her boots when Brittany finally moved. She knelt down in front of Santana and smiled tenderly, looking in her eyes and silently requesting to take care of Santana. Santana gladly allowed her to do so.
Brittany took her time removing one boot and then the other, removing her socks and taking just a moment to rub each foot after she had done so. Each of them were hungry for one another but they were in no hurry, they had already waited for so long. Neither had any desire to rush. Once Brittany had completed her task she smiled up at Santana, who reached out her hand and Brittany gladly placed her own inside of it. She stood and helped Brittany to her feet, before reaching down and unbuttoning her jeans, sliding them down her legs and kicking them from her body.
There were no words, just soft smiles and looks of appreciation and knowing, knowing what was about to happen, and that it would mean something special for each of them...and that it would change everything between them.
They were each ready for that change.
Brittany thought she would be more nervous. She had a million reasons to be nervous, but she wouldn't allow her mother in this space. She wouldn't allow fear and negativity here. All she had were wonderful memories...memories of the woman who flirted with her and was so open. It means even more now than it did before, because now she knows that Santana still does have fears and insecurities about the video, and yet she told her about it the first day they met. She wants to know what that means. She hopes it means that she feels as if she could trust her with anything. She can. Brittany is determined to never break her heart.
It was Santana who first removed herself from her bra and Brittany couldn't help but to look at her. Instantly she blushed and Santana smiled encouragingly at her. Brittany took a deep breath and reached behind herself to remove her own bra.
"I'd tell you that you're beautiful but I'm afraid you're going to tell me to shut the fuck up again." Santana said, wanting to break the tension. Brittany laughed softly.
"It's officially okay for you to speak again, just as long as you don't try to stop what's about to happen here."
"I'd be a fool to try and stop what's happening here. I've been a fool long enough."
"You thought you were doing the right thing."
"I was doing what was right for me, what I needed, I never actually asked you what you needed."
Brittany took Santana's hands in hers.
"You thought it was what we both needed. Your intentions were so honorable honey. It's just that I'm not trying to avoid being like your father, so avoiding sex wasn't what I needed. Still, if it was what you needed I was happy to give that to you, for a while. Once our feelings deepened I was ready for more. I was ready to learn more about what I was feeling."
"So you're admitting that you knew that my feelings were deepening?" Santana asked, a mischievous grin on her face.
"I strongly suspected but could not assume. I was waiting for you to say it, just like you were waiting for me to accept and acknowledge what Albany meant to me."
"So you knew what I wanted?" Santana smiled.
"And I gave it to you last weekend, now shut up and give me what I need now," Brittany smiled.
"Bossy Brittany is so fucking hot," Santana smiled.
"There she is," Brittany said, returning a smile.
Santana slid out of her underwear. "Here I am, doll."
All of a sudden Brittany wasn't smiling anymore. She allowed her eyes to take Santana in without shame. After a few seconds Santana moved close and pulled Brittany into her, bringing their lips together.
It was soft...so soft, as their lips melted into one another's. Santana just wanted to feel if Brittany's heart was racing and so she pulled her impossibly closer and then she felt it, the racing of Brittany's heart, and it made her own beat louder in her chest. Santana hooked her finger in Brittany's panties and tugged at them, Brittany tugging the other side down her legs and finishing the task of removing them. Santana continued kissing her even as she felt her shimmy out of the garment and kick it away from her. Santana didn't want to be eager, but she wanted to see her. She kissed her for a few seconds more before she stopped and stepped away from their embrace.
"Damn, even better than I imagined," Santana said, her voice raspy. She swallowed hard, her eyes still sweeping over Brittany's body.
Brittany blushed, "Hope it was worth the wait," she said, almost shyly.
"Britt, you don't even have to wonder about that. Damn, I'm so glad that I didn't sneak a peak in Albany."
Brittany just smiled softly.
"I pretended to be asleep the morning after so that I didn't see you before you wanted me to see you. I knew that when you were ready to show me it would be amazing. Britt, you may be one of the most amazing things that has ever happened to me."
Brittany stared at Santana in awe.
"You did that for me?"
"Sneaking a peak of you then would have deprived us of this moment right now and it just wasn't worth it. This moment," Santana allowed her eyes to sweep over Brittany once again, "this moment is you giving me what you want me to have and not me taking it before you were ready to gift this to me. It's so much better this way, baby."
Brittany just smiled and shook her head in disbelief.
"I'm so glad that I found you."
"Me too, because I didn't even know how lost I was until you did."
Brittany didn't picture it like this, although now she realizes that she should have. She thought that cocky Santana, with all of her swagger and confidence would be the one to instantly take charge of the situation. She pictured them getting quickly into bed, and yet that's not at all how it's going. Who she is getting is the real Santana, this sweet, vulnerable, considerate soul that has been broken and put back together again who recognizes the same in Brittany. Who she is getting is someone that no one else has gotten before. Somehow she's sure of that, as Santana closes the gap once again and places both hands gently on Brittany's hips, drawing her closer.
And then she kissed her, a kiss so soft and sweet and vulnerable and full of hope and promise. A hope that Brittany can love her, and a promise to love her back. Brittany feels it in her, she feels it in her touch and in her presence, she feels like she knows this woman, really knows her, better than she's known anyone she's ever been with before, and she feels like Santana knows her as well, because while this moment is tender and beautiful and they are each taking their time and honoring the moment, Brittany feels butterflies in her stomach with this kiss and she is desperately craving to be touched until she explodes.
Santana knows, and her touches become more urgent, as she allows her hands to explore Brittany's body as she kisses her. It's turning her on like crazy. Her eyes are closed but her mind sees everything...perfect skin and perfect curves, a dancer's body, a body she needs beneath her now.
Santana moves Brittany towards the bed as her urgency suddenly appears. It's time. When Brittany feels the back of her legs hit the bed she sits and begins to pull herself back onto the bed, as Santana expertly glides in just as quickly, finding Brittany and taking her into her arms, kissing her deeply. Santana found herself caressing her everywhere, her lips finding Brittany's neck, and for as much as she wants to take her time she's unsure if she can, because as she uses her knee to spread Brittany's legs apart, once she does she instantly feels the heat emanating from her core and she's instantly turned on even further.
There are no words to speak, Santana pushes against her and Brittany delights in the pressure, a guttural moan filling the air, sending Santana into sensory overload. Everything feels like...more. She hears every haggard breath, feels every goose bump on Brittany's skin, and the taste, the taste of her tongue, her skin, is making her drunker than she's ever been.
No words, just the sounds. Santana wants to speak, to ask her if she's okay, but she finds herself totally immersed. So she listens, and she lets Brittany's moans build them up, together. They're just getting started, and she's feeling so intense that she hasn't even truly begun to explore. Finally she settled herself enough to allow herself to experience more.
Santana took a breast into her hand and allowed herself to to gently squeeze it, to run her thumb across Brittany's nipple as it peaked. Brittany wanted to do the same, to explore, but she also found herself overwhelmed by the feeling of Santana naked on top of her, their breasts touching, and all she could do at first was gently rub her back, until Santana awakened her from her haze by repositioning herself and touching her breast, and then Brittany dared to allow her hands to roam, to fall lower, until she gripped Santana's ass tighter and tighter causing Santana's motions to intensify.
Santana moved that way, feeling her thigh get slick with Brittany's wetness. It felt wonderful to her, to be the cause of that, the cause of those sounds, of that wetness between Brittany's thighs. Santana brought her hand from Brittany's breast and replaced it with her mouth. Brittany sucked the air in sharply at the feeling of Santana's warm mouth sucking at her, her tongue tending to her nipple so expertly. She moaned again and Santana's mind swam as her hand instinctively traveled down Brittany's body until it found that warm and wonderful place.
Santana slowly parted her, allowing her thumb to rub gently at Brittany's clit. Brittany's eyes flew open at the sensation and as if Santana knew, as if she sensed her, she opened her eyes as well. She looked into Brittany's eyes and was mesmerized. She just found them so beautiful. She wanted to tell her, but words hadn't found her yet, and so all she could do was softly smile, just for a second, before she wet her lips and looked into her eyes, enjoying watching as Brittany fought against feeling so much so soon. Once Santana felt Brittany's breaths even out she slowly entered her, one finger at first, and she had to fight closing her own eyes as she instantly felt Brittany tighten around her.
"Shit..." Santana muttered, biting down on her bottom lip, and Brittany looked at her as her breaths quickened again.
Santana didn't know what she would do if Brittany kept looking at her that way. She doesn't know why she found it all to be so intense. She has had dry spells before. It's not that. Whatever it is, sometimes it feels like too much. Her head is swimming as she pumps slowly in and out of the blonde. When she curled she felt Brittany quiver a little and smiled inwardly. She felt her begin to pulsate around her, and she knew she was close to one of the many orgasms that Santana planned on giving her. She worked her that way for a while until her hand was slick with moisture and she wanted to take her just a little further.
"You okay?" Santana finally asked, although she was already quite sure of the answer.
"Yes Santana," Brittany answered breathlessly.
"I'm going to give you a little more, okay? Gonna add another finger."
Santana didn't want to move too fast for Brittany, didn't want to shock her or make her nervous. She wanted to please her. She wanted nothing more than to please her.
Brittany shook her head affirmatively and bit her bottom lip. Santana slid slowly out and when she slid back in she added another finger. Brittany grunted and swallowed hard, and by the way she responded when Santana curled she knew that Brittany wouldn't be able to go much longer. "It feels so good, Santana" Brittany said through a moan.
"You do too, baby."
Santana worked her up and when her moaning increased Santana became more urgent with her thrusts, and when Santana felt Brittany's hand fall from her back and she turned to watch her grab a hand full of her sheets she knew that this was it. Brittany buried her face into Santana's shoulder and spasmed, and instead of crying out she moaned long and loud before gently biting down onto Santana's shoulder.
It was probably the sexiest thing Santana had ever experienced. She wanted to come just from the sight of it.
Santana worked her down just as slowly, once again sucking at her breast. When Santana felt her grip loosen on her fingers she removed them and kissed the blonde deeply before beginning to roll to her side. Instead Brittany wrapped her arms around her and held her tightly in place on top of her. Santana smiled.
"Sorry," Brittany said, blushing slightly.
"For what?" Santana asked, confused.
"The bite thing," Brittany said shyly.
"Don't you ever apologize for that. That may have been one of the sexiest things you could have done to me. Totally unexpected, totally hot." Santana kissed Brittany on the lips before settling into her chest and relaxing there.
They only lay that way for a moment before Santana felt Brittany stir, raising her own knee up between Santana's legs. Santana was shocked by the move but it caused her to smile.
"What are you up to, Ohio?" Santana smiled.
Brittany flipped Santana onto her back in one swift motion.
"Fuck, you're strong," Santana laughed and Brittany smiled down at her.
"I want to fuck you."
"Shit Ohio, that was so fucking sexy." Santana smiled. "I have been totally underestimating you."
Brittany simply smiled coyly.
"I don't know exactly what to do. I mean I can try what you just did but..." Brittany trailed off, slightly embarrassed.
"Just do what feels good to you. Touch me how you like to be touched. Trust me, right now you can't go wrong," Santana smiled. "This is probably going to be embarrassingly fast," Santana sighed. "Please don't judge me by this."
Brittany giggled. "You're cute."
"So I've been told."
"There she is." Brittany said, her demeanor now more serious, lust filling her eyes. She began to kiss Santana , first on the lips, and then her cheek, and then down her neck and further, and oh shit, Santana was wondering how far south Brittany was heading. All of a sudden she felt like this would all be even quicker than she feared.
Brittany stopped at her breasts and licked her lips before taking one in her mouth and the other in her hand. The feeling of her mouth, of the way her tongue licked at her nipple, Santana's head fell back on her pillow and she closed her eyes, just enjoying the sensation. She moaned and Brittany became aroused all over again. Santana has no idea how many nights (and days) that Brittany has dreamed about this very moment. This moment, and the moment that was about to happen.
Brittany allowed her hands to travel slowly down Santana's body, appreciating every curve her fingertips encountered along the way. When she reached Santana's thighs Santana allowed them to fall apart and Brittany reached for her and touched her for the very first time, and Santana never felt anything more powerful pulse through her body than she did in that moment.
"MMMMmmmm," Santana moaned and Brittany felt powerful. She felt like the most powerful person in the world, because she was making this magical woman melt in her hands. Brittany smiled and watched the woman beneath her as she used two long fingers to stroke Santana's clit through her wetness. She watched as Santana's breaths became heavier and Santana craved more. She wanted Brittany inside of her but she didn't want to instruct the blonde, not yet. She wanted to give her some time to explore on her own, to do the things she wanted to do, and yet something in her couldn't stop herself from what she did next.
"Britt..." Santana said breathlessly as she pulled Brittany's hand away. Before Brittany had the chance to doubt herself she felt Santana moving, Pulling herself up and using her hands to balance herself. She placed one of Brittany's legs over her own as she placed her other leg over Brittany's, positioning them and bringing their cores together and pulling her close as Brittany held herself up on her hands.
"Now fuck me..." was all Santana breathed out. She moved, encouraging Brittany to move with her. It only took Brittany a few moments for the sensation to flow through her and she began to move with a purpose, needing more and needing to allow Santana to feel more. Scissoring doesn't always get Santana off, it's usually a combination of many things that will get her there and the understanding of how and when to do those things, but fuck, she really just wanted to feel Brittany move against her this way, to look into her eyes, to show her what she wants, what she likes, and to discover what Brittany likes at the same time.
Apparently, Brittany really liked scissoring.
Brittany moved against Santana perfectly, and the feeling was amazing. Like really amazing, and apparently Brittany really enjoyed it because she found herself repositioning and getting it just right. Santana loved the feeling of heat seeking heat, no need for lube, their own wetness providing all of the glide they needed. Each time they settled together in just the right way and moved she could feel them both getting wetter together. The ability to face one another, to bring their breasts close together and let their nipples touch, to build one another up simultaneously, was turning on both women more they have ever been turned on before. Santana was surprised that she hadn't come yet but she is close, as Brittany ground down ferociously into her and the best thing possible happened. It doesn't always happen, but it's one of Santana's favorite things when it does.
Brittany's moans were intense, her movements animalistic, and Santana could feel Brittany throb against her as she came, her orgasm so intense that her pussy throbbed against Santana's as she cried out and all Santana could do was hold her close and tight and keep moving against her, letting Brittany ride out her orgasm and chasing her own at the same time.
"That's right baby, come on me," Santana encouraged in a calm, raspy voice, and the dirty talk only strengthened her orgasm.
Brittany loves a supportive partner.
"There she is," Santana cooed as Brittany tumbled over the edge and Santana enjoyed the feeling of her wetness against her.
The sound of Santana's sex filled voice in her ear as she came made this possibly the most intense orgasm she had ever had.
Santana held her close as Brittany went limp in her arms, still moving gently against her, and although Santana amazingly hadn't come yet she just felt so much in that moment, as she held Brittany close and felt so many emotions being released from inside of the woman. She could tell, this was a lot for her too, and Santana thinks it's the reason she hasn't let go yet. She wants to be there for Brittany, to give her everything she needs in this experience. To give her an experience like neither of them has ever had before.
"Santana," Brittany whispered breathlessly but Santana didn't loosen her grip. She didn't let her go. She never wanted to let her go.
"You okay?" Santana asked softly.
"Ye...yeah," Brittany breathed deeply.
"Then ssshhhhh," Santana said, in one motion laying Brittany on the bed before covering her with her own body. She kissed the blonde softly on her lips and brushed the hair back from her face. "Just relax baby."
"I...you..."
"Shhhh. Don't worry about me. I'm just fine. I'm better than ever."
Brittany sunk her hands into Santana's hair and pulled her close. She kissed her deeply and her hands wandered down Santana's body until she adjusted herself just to get her hand between them. She adjusted herself and began to touch Santana, who was still aroused from their session together.
"Britt..."
"Santana please...I want to touch you."
How could Santana argue against that?
Santana positioned herself so that Brittany could touch her easier and she moved herself against Brittany's hand. It felt so good that Santana leaned down and roughly kissed Brittany, who took the opportunity to gain the courage to slide a slender finger inside of her lover. Santana gasped both in shock and at the feeling, and she deepened the kiss.
"Am I doing it right?" Brittany asked after a few moments.
"You're fine baby, don't doubt yourself. Just think about what feels good to you and trust your instincts."
"Okay," Brittany said, adding another finger.
"Holy fuck," Santana exclaimed.
"Did I do something wrong?"
"No Britt, you're fine baby," Santana said, as she rode against Brittany's hand. She allowed her head to fall back as she did and her hair loose against her shoulders made Brittany swallow hard. Santana's movements were getting more urgent.
"Use your thumb baby..." Santana said, her voice raspy and her throat dry. "Rub my clit."
Brittany did as she was told and Santana breathed in sharply. Brittany was about to have her second significant lesbian experience in one night, one of the hazards of lady loving.
The dreaded lesbian hand cramp at the worst moment possible. She could tell Santana was close, and was willing to possibly risk carpal tunnel syndrome for her pleasure, or she could get aggressive and make a move.
Brittany wrapped her arm around Santana's back and flipped her so that she was on top. She quickly entered her again and looked deeply into her eyes.
"Shit," Santana gasped.
And Brittany went to work, intensifying her movements and pressing her button like she actually knew what the hell she was doing and then she realized she kind of did. Santana had Mr. Miyagi'd her into at least being able to get her off for the first time. "Learn how to touch yourself. Do what you like done to you." 'Hell yeah, I've got this', Brittany thought. Wax on, wax off motherfuckers!
With her newfound confidence Brittany was in the zone, thrusting into her and kissing her before she moved to her breasts and then when she pressed circles into Santana's clit it finally happened. Santana began to fall apart beneath her and it was the most beautiful sight and Brittany was right. This is what she needed to want to keep the lights on. This is what she needed to figure herself out.
Hello my name is Brittany S. Pierce and I'm at the very least bisexual and I'm good at it!
Santana was still spasming and the sound of her voice turned Brittany on like never before. She held on to Santana the same way that Santana had held on to her moments before and she waited for the woman to catch her breath before falling to the side and curling up into her arms.
"Holy shit, Ohio. Fuck!" Santana said, breathing heavily.
"Not bad huh?" Brittany smiled.
"So fucking good," Santana said.
"I learned from the best."
"Yes you did," Santana managed to say through heavy breaths.
"There she is," Brittany smiled and Santana laughed. They lay quietly for a moment, soaking in the enormity of the moment for both of them. Finally, Santana spoke.
"So what's next?"
"I don't know. What would you like to be next?"
"Don't want to put any pressure on you..."
"What do you want, Santana?" Brittany asked more firmly.
"I really want us to move towards something more."
"Yeah?"
"Shut up, you already know that," Santana rolled her eyes and Brittany laughed. "And would you like that as well?"
"I would."
"I really want to take you out on a real date somewhere."
"That would be nice."
"It will be. And while we figure this all out I won't be dealing with any other girls, you don't have to worry about that."
"And neither do you, Santana. It's not like I planned on dating even before I met you so it won't be so hard."
"It won't be hard for me either, Britt."
Brittany was quiet.
"What is it, Britt?" Santana asked.
"Nothing."
"The truth, Britt. We gotta tell each other the truth."
Brittany sighed.
"Nikki..."
"That's nothing. If you want her to stop coming around I'll make that happen. I let her hang around because she's good for business. She's not Sophia. If I told her I'm done and I meant it she would move on easily."
"And Tiffany?"
"You've only seen her once, she's not here often. She travels a lot for work. Even so, she still wouldn't be an issue."
"And Lexi?"
Santana was waiting for Lexi to come up. She knew this would be the toughest one to discuss for both of them. She's glad they're talking about all of this early, and Santana intended to be honest with her.
"Lexi and I talked. If we had to end our friendship for the sake of what you and I are building here that is a no brainer for me. I'm choosing you, Legs," Santana said and pulled her in closer kissing her on the forehead. "I want more in life than what Lex and I have."
"I don't want you to resent me. I don't want it to seem as if I don't trust you, either."
"Neither thing would be true, doll. I understand. Don't know how I would feel with you and your ex being friends either. It would all depend..."
"On what?"
"I can't dictate who you have in your life, we can only each try and respect each other's feelings. For instance, there is a reason I would really like to keep Lexi as a friend, and not the kind of friend I hang out with, but the kind that if she really needed someone she could pick up the phone and I could talk her through some shit. She has done that for me so many times before, and I've done it for her as well. Lexi doesn't have a lot of people, at least not a lot that she trusts. She has her own daddy issues, not the kind that Wolf and I have. Maybe hers were worse..." Santana trailed off. She didn't know how she felt about telling Lexi's story, but this was Brittany and she trusts her. She's also trying to start a relationship with her, and maybe preserve a friendship. She has to continue to build trust, and so she sighed and continued.
"Britt, you know I'm not the type to tell people's business, but because of who you are to me and what I'm trying to do here I can share what needs to be shared with you and I think that Lex would understand."
"I understand. You don't have to..."
"I want to."
"Her story is safe with me."
"I know. And your story is always safe with me. I would never tell anyone, not even Pu, not for any reason in the world."
"I know Santana."
Santana sighed before beginning. Betrayal was hard for Santana, but somehow this didn't feel like betrayal. Lexi is rooting for Santana to find love and this is part of what it would take to see if she and Lexi could maybe maintain some sort of friendship.
"Lexi and I met in a club. She was a very 'no strings attached' kind of girl. Somehow she became comfortable with me, maybe because I became comfortable enough to share my stories about Wolf with her. Lexi was a daddy's girl, until her first year of college when she came out. She was an only child and he would kill for her, she thought. They did everything together, but her parents are from the Caribbean and some people there have some fucked up views on homosexuality. She went from being daddy's little girl to getting thrown into the street and sleeping in her car and on friend's couches. Her mother stood by her husband and just let it happen. It's why she purchased her house so young, she was determined to never, ever be homeless again. Her dad died and she didn't even go to his funeral. She reconnected with her mom but they don't really have a relationship so they rarely see one another even though they live less than an hour away from each other. She resents her for not standing up for her. So she has no family, not even her mother's family, because they all stood by and left her in the world alone because he told them to. She just can't stand to look at the woman, or any of her family for that matter."
"That's horrible"
"That's just the part you need to know, it's worse than that, much worse. They were beyond cruel to her and really didn't give a shit how much she suffered or how she survived. So when I told her about Wolf never wanting me, never loving me, she opened up to me and I kind of helped her...we helped each other, with both the little and the big things. For instance Lexi is kind of a persona I helped her to create..."
"What do you mean?"
"Don't want you to misunderstand. Lexi is a genuine person. She's real and no games will be played by her, and that's why we got along so well. We are the same in that way. But just like Snixx is real and genuine and is just my road name, Lexi allows her to separate her love for women from the shame her upbringing says she should feel for being who she is. Lexi's real name is Alexis, and her family called her Ali. I tend to shorten people's names or give them a nickname of some sort and I would call her Lex. Once I heard one of her girls call her Ali when she ran into her at the club and she quickly shut it down. I heard it happen again a few weeks later and I could tell it really annoyed her. So finally I asked her why and she said it was because it's what her father called her. It was the first time I had ever seen tears in Lexi's eyes. So I told her that from now on I was going to call her Lexi, Sexy Lexi, and I was going to require that everyone around me call her that too. At first it seemed like a joke to her, and it was. It was something to lighten the mood and make her smile, the sexy part was at least, but over time it felt as if it actually freed her from something. It let her be something other than Alexis or Ali. It's like she wanted that person to go away, the person her family expected her to be. Her family doesn't know Lexi, the woman who loves women and maybe there's a freedom for her in that. Now she actually will tell people that her name is Lexi when she meets them. So the Sexy Lexi thing came from a place of love, but not the kind of love that you're thinking. We just get each other."
"So why haven't you tried to date?"
"We talked about it, but more because it felt like something you should bring up because of the things the two of us were doing in the dark. We have grown to love each other but never the kind of love I feel growing for you." Brittany's heart skipped a beat. "She's a good friend, and she's the one who told me to tell everyone to stop calling her Sexy Lexi out of respect for you. If you feel comfortable with us keeping a friendship, and that's something you don't have to decide today or feel forced to approve of, but if it happens we won't be going to basketball games and clubs together. It will just be someone she can trust to have her back, just like she had mine last night. She doesn't have many people, and until she has people to fight with her in her corner I would hate to leave her in the world alone again. Her family already did that. She's not disposable, and even though she's strong I know how that feels in some ways because of Wolf. I wouldn't want to do that to her, not after the way she's been there for me, even last night."
"Thank you for explaining that to me, it means a lot, and I understand. I don't expect you to throw her away, especially since she had your back after the video thing and helped you with that in some ways. I will try, okay?"
"If we ever make you uncomfortable, let me know. I promise, I just want her to know she deserves people in her corner. I can begin to set the boundaries right here and now. If we talk or text I will let you know. If we ever need to speak in person we will keep it public and I would always let you know where we were. And that means if she is going through shit and needs dinner with a friend to talk I'd let you know all of the details and alcohol would never be involved. She's not really the type to lean on others so it may not even be an issue for you, but she has a pretty tough shell and I'm one of the few people who she will let past that sometimes."
"I appreciate the thought you put into this. It's not an issue for me Santana, I'm not an insecure woman."
"But you're a woman, and nobody wants exes hanging around, nobody. Let's be real here."
"You're right."
"So we will see what happens, but I choose you Brittany, now and in the future, okay?"
"Okay, and Nikki coming to the club is okay as well. Just as long as you set some boundaries and she follows them I'm okay, trust me."
"I had been planning on doing that anyway, even before we met, so that's no problem. And since we're having this conversation...you said that you and your ex were friends before you hooked up..."
"Ohio is in my past. I have no desire to be with the people I left behind, none of them. My mother is my family and so there's a whole story there that is just complicated."
"Why is it complicated Brittany? You don't have to answer now, there's just so much I don't know about you yet. I know about the story with your ex and your friends. I know you have a step father and a step sister and a mother that's a handful. I know you like to cook and paint and that you're beautiful and amazing and dance like an angel. I want to know more Brittany, I want every drop of you and I know that's not possible but please can I just have a little more?" Santana sighed.
"I don't know, what do you need, Santana?"
"What is the real deal with you and your mom? Why is your love for her unconditional if hers for you is not? I'm not judging I just want to understand. What happened to your dad? Does your dad have other children, other family? Are you close with your mom's family? Where do you come from, Brittany Pierce? Who in the world do you love besides your mom?"
"I love you, Santana."
"And I love you too, Brittany. I just feel like I talk and talk and share but I get little droplets in return and I'm not being critical, I just want to know you, to really know you."
"Just an hour ago you said that telling you that I loved you would be enough for now. Please let it be, Santana. Please keep your word to me."
Santana sighed. "You're right. I did say that. We can forget about it...for now."
"Thank you."
"It's okay, Brittany. I won't push but you don't have to keep your guard up with me Brittany. You can trust me. I trust you, you know," Santana said softly.
"I trust you Santana, it's not that..."
"It's okay, Britt. I love you is enough for now," Santana sighed.
They both went silent for a while until Santana spoke again.
"Hey, you said you wanted to ask me something."
"It's okay..."
"Ask me anything, Britt."
"You are so open with me, and you were the very first day that you met me. You seemed so secure about the video but I see that it still bothers you. So why did you tell me? Why do you tell people so soon?"
Santana sighed. "I'm always going to have my moments where it bothers me, Brittany. I don't always tell everyone that I first meet about the video. I have never told anyone that soon, actually. I usually wait to see if I like a girl enough more than just to sleep with them before I tell them about it. I usually go on a first date and see how well we click, feel out their vibe, and decide from there if I can see something real with the person. If I can see myself truly dating them I tell them. I don't want to get in too deep with them and then they have a problem with it and I have to let someone I really like go because of it. I have asked myself that same question, why did I tell you minutes after meeting you? There may be a lot of different answers to that. The easiest one I came up with is that sitting there with you in that moment, some part of it felt like a first date to me and I had already determined that I wanted a second date. That's the easy answer. The more difficult answer is that I felt safe with you, and maybe that came from you standing up for me with that landing strip guy, but I don't think that was it. I saw the loneliness in you, the pain, even if I didn't know what it was. My soul knew, because my soul has been there too. Then something in me, like, something so powerful, felt that subconsciously you saw my loneliness and pain too and we somehow instinctively knew that we could support one another in changing all of that."
"So you think my pain reached out to yours?"
"Yeah, I do. I think wounded spirits sometimes recognize one another and look for their connection in this word, for the people who will hopefully understand them, people who can help them fill in the missing pieces. I know people think I'm crazy when I talk about names having meaning and things that look simple on the outside having significant meaning but for me I just believe there are no mistakes in the universe. Our birthdays, our zodiac signs, what someone decides to name you sometimes even before you're born, I think the universe sends us signs. Like Santana and Brittany are not just names that sounded nice, those names somehow fit our personality or maybe even help shape it, I don't know. I know it sounds crazy, but I just believe that we don't simply just move through this world, everything, every happening, it guides us to a place. It probably doesn't make sense to you..." Santana trailed off, knowing that most people don't get her where that is concerned. Sometimes she can't even explain it as thoroughly as she would like to. They usually end up laughing, but Brittany's not laughing.
"I don't think it's silly, Santana. The universe is full of mysteries. Who are we to tell you that your beliefs have no validity?"
Santana smiled and kissed Brittany on the top of her head, her golden locks flying into Santana's nose and making her smile even more.
"Like most of the world believes in at least one God, or a form of heaven or hell or reincarnation or an afterlife, but we laugh at other beliefs as if they aren't possible. If one thing can be possible why not the other? We can't be faith based in one aspect of our life and then try to science the shit out of the things we don't believe in. I grew up Catholic, and my abuela would talk about the Holy Trinity, and we know that the Father is God, and the son is Jesus, but the Holy Spirit is the mystery to a lot of people. I like to think that the Holy Spirit is that thing that speaks within you, that tells you not to walk down a block because there's danger down there, or to run from a relationship because it's bad for you, or to not fuck your girlfriend on camera even though she really wants you to. Half of the time we don't listen, and other times we listen and people tease us and call us paranoid. Still, there's no way to prove when you were right to listen sometimes, because when you choose to walk around that block and not down it the bad thing never happens and so people call you ridiculous. I listen to my gut as much as possible now, if my spirit moves me to act I act. I listened when it told me to talk to the pretty blonde girl and tell her my story. I listened when it told me to call her and invite her to hear me sing even when she told me she wasn't gay. I listened when something told me that you were going to be more than just my friend even if we never became lovers. I didn't try to make you explore your sexuality, I just listened to the voice that told me to stick around, more was to be revealed. I'm not crazy or a fool, I just pay attention to the signs that the universe sends to me."
Brittany smiled and looked up at Santana.
"You're beautiful, inside and out, and I'm so glad you listened."
"I knew it would pay off big one day," Santana smiled in return.
The two lay and talked for a while before drifting off to sleep. It was just after 10 o'clock when Brittany stirred, slowly pulling herself out of bed, remembering the dishes and food that needed to be dealt with. She hated leaving things out like that but it was so worth it, she thought as she smiled, reflecting on how things had gone a few hours before. She hadn't felt this happy in quite some time, and it wasn't just the lady sex. It was the conversation afterwards where Santana had made it clear that this wasn't just a good time for her. She had already known that but still, it was really nice to hear after they had finally done the deed.
Brittany was almost finished when Santana stumbled into the dining room wearing nothing but a smile.
"Hey gorgeous," Santana said.
"Hey beautiful."
"Need some help?"
"No, I'm pretty much finished.
"So, ummmm, was wondering what you had in mind for the rest of the night?"
"Not much, I was living the life of a nice little old lady before I met you. By now Lady Tubbington and I would be in matching pajamas watching the game show channel."
Santana laughed. "Well Pu went out to dinner with Lexi, and knowing them they went dancing afterwards, especially since Lexi missed out last time and she loves to dance. Was wondering if you wanted to come back to my place with me. I kind of ditched Pu last night and she's leaving tomorrow, thought I should spend a little time with her."
"Of course, I understand. No, you should spend time with her alone. She spent the entire weekend dealing with our mess instead of enjoying herself."
"Oh please, Pu came out here this weekend for that sole purpose, I know her, and I love her for it. She's really good at reading a room and last week she knew we might need her and so she was here. That's Pu, get used to her."
Brittany smiled, "You are right, she is a very nurturing person."
"So you got the Nani treatment last night, huh?"
"I did, I even got a bit of the Lexi treatment and a little of the Quinn treatment."
"What?"
"Nothing bad, Snixx. All were very helpful. You have a great group of people surrounding you. It's a wonderful thing."
"It is," Santana smiled.
"You're very lucky."
"Lucky and discerning. I don't let everybody in, as much as it may seem like I do after our first meeting. I mean, clearly you were different , and now here I am chatting with you naked in your dining room. Sadly, you are not naked as well." Santana fake pouted at the sight of the robe covering Brittany's body.
"Don't worry, there's a very good chance you'll see me naked again soon."
"Only a very good chance? Totally can't accept those odds."
Brittany slowly untied her robe and let it fall open.
"How about these odds?"
"Mmmmm, so much better, doll" Santana said, walking over and kissing her deeply.
The warmth of their bodies pressed together threatened to start things up again but somehow Brittany broke free.
"You're right, you need to go home to Nani."
"Ugh," Santana sighed. Let me give her a call and see what she's up to."
Santana kissed Brittany softly on the lips and Brittany hummed which made Santana smile.
"Be right back, doll," Santana said, releasing Brittany and turning to walk into the bedroom.
Santana looked at her phone and saw the messages first. She saw a text from Nani with a picture of Lexi and Nani at dinner with a message that said "Thank you dinner #winnersdinner #you'repaying #keptthereceipt #lobsterwasinvolved #Iamagreattipper" Santana laughed.
It was followed by a second text about 90 minutes later that said they were heading out dancing, just as Santana had suspected.
Santana picked up the phone and dialed Nani's number. She didn't get an answer. She left a message.
"Hey Pu, just wanted to let you know that everything is going great. Thank you both for everything I really mean that. I will be home soon. Bringing Britts with me if she decides to come along. Love you, Pu. Tell Lexi I said hi and thank her for us as well. Take care of each other. Talk to you later."
Santana made her way back to the kitchen where Brittany was washing dishes.
"They had dinner and now they're dancing. Come home with me. I promise I won't try anything," Santana smiled.
"That makes me sad," Brittany fake pouted.
"Ok then, I'll try everything." Santana smiled.
"Great! Then I'll stop you when you get all hot just like you always stopped me."
"Never again doll. Besides, I was suffering each and every time. You have no idea how much I wanted you."
"I had some idea," Brittany smirked. "I was kind of counting on it."
Santana laughed.
"By the way, you were awesome tonight, you know that don't you," Brittany said coyly.
"Told you that you would say that to me with your clothes off one night," Santana smiled and Brittany laughed.
"I also kept the heels on," Brittany winked.
"Yes you did," Santana smiled.
"And I also discovered that I'm gayer than I ever thought I was."
"Yup, I've been proving straight girls wrong since the day I discovered that pussy was amazing."
"There she is," Brittany smiled.
"So do you feel like heading back to my place? I've been wanting to get you on my bike for a while now and see how she feels to you. You've only ridden with me on Wolf's hog and my crotch rocket is a much different experience. You ready to try her out? It will be a short ride and I'll go slow, not a lot of traffic at this hour, and it's a beautiful night. Ready to ride Legs?" Santana smiled, "I should call you Scissors, 'cause you're kind of fantastic at it," Santana wiggled her eyebrows. "Yup, that's my private new road name for you."
Brittany laughed, "Yes, please let's just keep that one between us."
"Absolutely," Santana smiled. "Mind if I hop in your shower after I search your room for my panties?"
Brittany laughed, " Maybe I kept them to remember you by."
"That's fine, not the first time I lost my underwear at a woman's house," Santana said and Brittany pushed her on the shoulder.
"Don't want to know," Brittany said scrunching up her nose.
"Fair enough, doll. I'll make it quick. When we get back to my place I'll share a bed with Nani again if you're more comfortable with that. Gives me a chance to spend some time with her anyway like when we were kids and would have our sleepovers and talk all night. Just let me know how you feel about our sleeping arrangements later. Don't want to make you uncomfortable."
"I can live with that."
"Awesome, let's get going then. We'll stop and grab a late night snack so that when Nani gets home we can keep our tradition going."
"How about I bring a few things over and I can whip you two up something quick?"
"Nope, you get the night off. You can send Nani off with some french toast in the morning, though. I know she would love that. So would I," Santana smiled. "If you don't want to stop I'll whip up something in the house."
"Deal"
"Deal, Legs."
The ladies got themselves together and then headed out to Santana's. It took Brittany some getting used to in order to ride on Santana's bike and she found herself holding on tighter than usual, which Santana expected. She could tell that Brittany wasn't quite as comfortable with her bike but with a few rides under her belt she knew that she would get used to the difference. Still, she doesn't know about taking her on longer rides on her bike and that kind of makes her sad. She liked having Legs along. It will never feel the same without her there again it seems.
Once they reached Santana's place they got settled in and Brittany and Santana went to raid the fridge to see what they could make for when Nani got home. It was about midnight and the ladies decided to watch a little tv and wait for her which turned into a heavy make out session that they both wished could turn into more but that Santana secretly was thankful could not. She loved that what she and Brittany had was new and wonderful and young. She didn't want to do what she had done with Lexi and some of the others...to have a hot passionate night, or weekend, or maybe even multiple weekends, and then settle into a meaningless routine of hanging out and getting naked. She wanted something else, and she and Brittany were already so much more than that. She may have been able to talk to Lexi and Tiffany, but she never developed that other thing for either of them. The yearning. The wanting more than great sex. The thoughts of never being able to keep them out of her mind for long. She hasn't been able to keep Brittany off her mind for long since the moment she spoke to her in that coffee shop, the moment she became more than just a beautiful face to her. The moment she discovered she was also a beautiful soul.
It was almost 2 a.m. when Nani returned home, and Brittany and Santana were curled up on the couch asleep. Santana was stretched out with her head in Brittany's lap, Brittany had her head resting on the back of the sofa with one hand tangled in Santana's hair and another intertwined with Santana's hand.
Nani took her heels off at the door and closed it as quietly as possible. She was slightly tipsy. She and Lexi had celebrated their success that evening. They knew it was a success even before they had gotten the message from Santana. Each knew they had done their part, and the rest was up to Brittany and Santana. Nani creeped in and snapped a picture and quickly sent it to Lexi who had just dropped her off. After she had sent the picture she stood in front of the tv and smiled a little drunkenly at the pair and how cute and peaceful they looked together. She sighed at the sight, a soft smile playing on her face.
"WAKE THE FUCK UP!" Nani yelled at the top of her lungs and Santana sprung to her feet, Brittany looking around confused. Nani broke out in hysterics at the sight of the two.
"What the fuck Pu!" Santana said, sitting back down on the couch while Brittany tried to make sense of what was going on.
Nani plopped down on the couch, rudely squeezing in the middle of them and wrapping an arm around both women, pulling them back on the couch with her.
"Everything good?" Nani asked.
"Everything is good," Santana said, rolling her eyes.
"Frittany, everything good?" Nani looked at Brittany smiling and Brittany laughed and shook her head affirmatively.
"Good" Nani smiled, kissing Santana on the cheek and then Brittany.
"Frittany?" Santana smiled.
"Huh?" Nani asked.
"You said Frittany.."
"Brittany Brittany bo ittany banana fana foittany fi fi moittany...Brittany!" Nani sang.
"Oh Lord," Santana rolled her eyes. "Can you make it through our snack?"
"Of course I can snack. You're making me a snack?" Nani smiled.
"Yeah Pu, I'll make you a snack."
"And I get french toast in the morning?" Nani asked, looking at Brittany.
Brittany smiled and shook her head affirmatively.
"What you making Simon?" Nani asked.
"Simon?" Brittany asked.
"Dat's Simon Seville. Look at those cheeks," Nani said, squeezing Santana's cheek before kissing it. "My singing chipmunk. I'm gonna call her Alvin now though, cause Brittany was Alvin's boo." Nani said because it made all of the sense in the world to her. "Makes me sad though, cause Simon's name is the gayest."
Brittany laughed. "She does have chipmunk cheeks. I like Simon, though. Reminds me of when Santana wears her reading glasses."
Nani just smiled at Brittany drunkenly for a second, looking deeply into her eyes. Brittany looked back both confused and amused.
"Where's my snack?" she asked and Brittany laughed.
"Simon's making it," Brittany said and Santana scowled at her.
"What the hell did you and Lexi do?" Santana asked.
"We had dinner and then we danced. Lexi got so many numbers tonight of so many beautiful girls. She said I'm her good luck charm and if I was gay she would wear me around her face."
"What?" Santana said confused and Brittany just couldn't stop laughing at the image in her head. "I know Lex wouldn't drive drunk?"
"Who said she was drunk? I'm fuckin' hot! You know Lex loves to flirts with me."
"You kind of flirt back."
"I flirt. I like to flirt, okay?" Nani said.
Santana remembers a time when she uttered almost those exact same words. Brittany looked at her and realized again how much Nani and Santana are alike.
"Is Lex going to call when she gets home safely?"
"Maybe. Maybe not?"
"What do you mean?"
"She ran into one of her paramours at the club and she joined us for a little dancing during the night. She drove Lexi's car and dropped me off and then she drove Lexi home. I have a feeling she gave Lexi a ride and soon Lexi will be giving her one. Lexi will be fine."
"That's good," Santana said, and Brittany searched her face for any signs that the thought of Lexi with another woman bothered her. There was nothing there that Brittany could see, and maybe sex was really that casual for them. Brittany couldn't dream of a world where sex was so casual. Her mother had pretty much raised her that anyone you have sex with that you're not serious enough with to marry then you were loose and didn't respect yourself. She didn't feel that way. She never felt that sex had to be a lifetime commitment. She kind of needed to know how her partner was in bed before she married them, though secretly she never told anyone that. A lady doesn't talk about such things, her mother said.
"I'll text her," Nani said. "She's only a little tipsy, just like me," Nani smiled and Santana shook her head. "Once her friend Cassie showed up and they decided they were going home together she encouraged us to have a few together and celebrate how awesome we are at playing cupid."
Santana shook her head and smiled at Brittany.
"Yeah, I know Cass. Cool chick. She'll make sure Lex is all tucked in safely. Needed to know that after she kept my favorite cousin company and returned her to me drunk as shit but still safe. Glad you two had a good time."
"Oh yeah, you know how it is when we start dancing."
"Yes I do."
"Lesbians love me, and I danced part of the night away with one of the straight friends of one of Lexi's girls who was so happy to see a straight woman he chased me around that club all night long so he could have someone to dance with. He really wasn't that great of a dancer though, so Lexi stole me away eventually."
"Kevin would hunt him down if he found out," Santana laughed.
"He wasn't flirting, he asked if I had a boyfriend and he was respectful as soon as I told him that I did. He just needed a dance partner. Guess it's harder for straight guys with lesbian friends than it is for straight women when they go with them to the club."
"I guess it is."
"And I even saw a few people I knew there."
Santana knew it was likely people Santana knew or maybe even hooked up with.
"Oh yeah?"
"Yeah, saw Sophia and her pimp Natasha and your old clique."
"Pu..."
"Shut up I was well behaved. I even spoke to Sophia, told her I was happy to see her out and about. It's true. Glad to see her trying to have some fun and find someone. It was Natasha I was waiting to get alone."
Santana sighed, "Did you get her alone, Pu?"
"You know I did," Nani replied.
"What happened?"
"Nothing major Santana, I'm not an animal. I just told her that she wasn't a very good friend to you by sending Sophia upstairs and it turns out she wasn't a very good friend to Sophia either because she ended up setting her up for failure. I let her know that I knew her intentions were not bad but real friends take care of their friends when they are not in the right state of mind, they don't encourage them to make decisions that they know they would never make sober. Then I told her to have a good night and went back to enjoy Lexi's company."
Santana just shook her head in agreement.
"So yeah, if you want any more information I'm gonna need that snack."
"I have soup and sandwiches."
"Good, I'm going to get cleaned up."
Pu went to stand but it wasn't as easy as she remembered standing to be. Brittany laughed and stood and reached out her hand to help Brittany up.
"She's chivalrous," Nani smiled, taking her hand. "You're gonna make a good gay, Brittany, I can tell."
Santana sighed in frustration. "Leave her alone, Pu."
"Make my food woman!" Pu shouted as Santana walked towards the kitchen. Brittany just laughed as Santana rolled her eyes and went into the kitchen.
Nani went to her room and Brittany joined Santana in the kitchen.
'She's at that stage where you get home and allow yourself to slip into the drunkenness. She's feeling no pain right now."
Brittany laughed. "She's cute..."
"Hey!" Santana pouted. "You've been gay ten minutes and you're already calling other women cute?"
"Not as cute as you."
"Damn right she's not."
Brittany walked over to Santana and Santana pulled her in close. She kissed her gently on the lips.
"Let me make our snack. We put her to bed and maybe you share my bed with me tonight."
"Santana..."
"No hanky panky, we can just get our cuddle on. After what happened, I would really like to just spend the night in your arms. We can go old school and keep the door open to protect your virtue."
"My virtue went flying out the window hours ago."
Santana laughed. Your virtue is just fine, doll."
"Yes, I would love to spend the night in your bed." Brittany said seductively.
"Damnit Ohio if you say it like that your virtue is not safe with me."
Brittany laughed. "Make Nani's snack Simon, before she yells at us again."
"She's such a loud drunk," Santana shook her head.
"She's funny."
"Hysterical," Santana rolled her eyes and Brittany laughed.
"Let me help you."
"Nope."
"Well you cook and I clean."
"That's me and Pu's deal."
"Well Nani is in no shape and so I've got her back. After all I owe her one."
"Well I'm already awaiting her invoice, she said I'm paying for her and Lexi's dinner."
"Well that is a tab I will gladly pay."
"Nope, she only accepts payment in the form of french toast from you."
Brittany smiled.
"Pu must have made some impression on you, you sound like besties already."
"I like her," Brittany smiled.
"She likes you too," Santana said.
Soon Nani emerged from the bathroom. On her way into her bedroom she yelled into the kitchen.
"I don't smell food, Simon."
"How the fuck do you smell a cold cut sandwich?" Santana sighed. "She is such a loud drunk." Santana shook her head.
Nani put her things down and stumbled into the kitchen. Santana put a sandwich on each of their plates and then spooned a little soup into each of their bowls.
"Mmmmm, just what I needed, something warm. It's chilly out tonight and Kevin is 2 hours away," Nani sighed.
"Please don't have the drunk and hornies," Santana sighed.
"I not horny, I cold, and he already has the bed all warm when I come in from a night out without him."
"At least you know his worth."
"Good soup Simon."
"All the credit goes to Campbell's"
"You mean to tell me you didn't cut a pasta like product into little alphabet shapes for me?" Nani pouted.
"Not this time, Pu," Santana smirked.
"Lexi texted me. They made it home okay."
"Glad to hear it."
"Sandwich is good too."
"I think you have the drunken munchies," Santana smiled.
"Good soup"
Brittany just laughed.
"You staying the night Brittany?"
"If it's okay with you."
"Why wouldn't it be? So what are the sleeping arrangements?"
"I'm staying in my room with Britt."
"About fucking time. Get it girls."
"It's not like that," Santana said.
"None of my business what it's like. Keep the volume low so it stays none of my business. Have a nice night ladies. Good fucking soup, Simon. Looking forward to French toast in the morning with bacon, crispy. You know how I like it, Brittany. Thank you mon cheri." Brittany smiled and Santana shook her head.
"Get some sleep Pu, you have a long drive tomorrow."
"Two hours is not a long drive, and I'll get plenty of sleep, little abuela Lopez. I'm not leaving until late afternoon. Kevin's friends are coming over to watch yet another game. If I get home around 7 or 8 they should all be heading out soon after I hope. Nobody wants to hear them yell for 3 hours. If I get home late they should be going or gone and my house should be pristine. Win-win for me. Maybe I'll stick around and make Brittany a nice lunch. You ladies should be famished by then." Nani said and wiggled her eyebrows. Brittany blushed and Nani winked at her. "Payback for all of the french toast. Maybe I'll feed you some real Louisiana cooking."
"What, you taking her to Popeyes?" Santana snarked.
"I hate when you say that! Fuck Popeyes!" Nani said loudly, clearly angered that the food chain refers to itself as having Louisiana home cooking. Santana laughed.
"Such a loud drunk. Go to bed, Pu."
"You cook, I clean."
"Not tonight Pu, you earned a pass for tonight. Thanks for everything."
"Awwwwww Simon," Nani stood and squeezed Santana on the cheek before hugging her and kissing her cheek. "I never repaying this favor, you know that don't you."
Santana laughed. "I know."
"Good. Love you. Goodnight Simon. I gonna keep on calling you Simon, 'cause Brittany Miller is kind of a bitch sometimes, but she did have Simon's back when he ran for class president that time..."
"Ok Pu, you can stick with Simon..."
"I have to, his name is the gayest." Nani said seriously. "Good night Brittany." Nani said, kissing Brittany on the cheek and hugging her. Santana laughed.
"Goodnight Nani." Brittany said.
Nani retired to her room.
"Sorry, she's a little bit of a love monster to the people she cares about when she's drunk. The hugs and kisses means she must genuinely like you."
Brittany smiled, "and what do the loud moments mean?"
"Means she's drunk," Santana laughed. "You'll get used to her. Please get used to her, 'cause I kind of love her to death."
"Seems like she's easy to love to death. I'll have no problem getting used to her."
"Great," Santana kissed Brittany softly on the lips. "Now let me clean this place up, I'm totally ready to get my cuddle on. "Go get ready for bed, the clothes you slept in last time are folded in the top right hand drawer of my dresser. I'll be right in."
"Looking forward to it, Simon."
"Keep it up and I'm gonna make you scream my name. I know you know it," Santana smirked.
"There she is," Brittany smiled before retreating to the bedroom. Santana smiled softly as she watched her walk away. She sighed after a few moments and then quickly went back to work.
There was a woman in her bed that told her that she loved her, and it's the first time in a long time that it wasn't as a friend. She wasn't going to waste a moment of this.
Ok, who got that "Scissors" reference? Had to do it. Congratulations "Scissors" (wanky) AKA Heather Morris on her "Masked Dancer" win. While we're at it congrats to Ms. Amber Riley on her "Masked Singer" victory. The Glee alums are killing it behind those masks! Go girls!